Tralia and Anthony bravely walked to Judge Turpin's door. When he answered and saw Tralia, who he thought was Johanna, he pulled her inside.

Turpin

"Jo—no, Miss Barber!" The judge smiled happily. "What brings you here?"

"I-I wish to speak to Johanna…

"I'm afraid that's impossible…"Turpin looked at her sadly. "They were careless with 'er…there was an accident and…"

"That's terrible…um…pardon, but wot time do you 'ave?" Tralia had the information she needed, and she was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"It's nearly noon, dear."

"Oh my, I'm afraid I'm going to be late! I must go." She stood and began towards the door.

"I'm afraid that's not an option, my dear." Turpin grabbed her and pulled her to him. "I never got my Johanna, so I'll take you instead."

"N-no!" Tralia fought back, screaming, she knew what he meant from the look in his eyes.

"Come now, dear, it won't hurt…"

"I-I said no!" Tralia screamed. "A-Anthony! 'Elp me!" Turpin was attempting to pin her down.

"So, you know the boy as well."

"Don't you touch 'er!" Anthony yelled as he burst through the door.

Anthony

The judge had pulled Tralia in suddenly and slammed the door in his face, so Anthony waited outside; he'd be there if this went bad. Then, he heard her calling for help.

"Don't you touch 'er!" He yelled as he finally got through the door. "You won't hurt this girl!"

"What can you do, boy?" Turpin asked slyly. The distraction worked. Tralia reached into the hidden pockets in her dress and pulled out her trusty razor. One quick swipe and she was free. She didn't kill him, just gave him an injury to remember. "What the bloody 'ell?

"Never touch me! Not unless you want to die!" Tralia shouted as she clung to Anthony's arm. "Please, let's just go." He nodded and led her out.

As soon as they reached the pie shop, which is where she needed to go in the first place, she began to cry. "A-Anthony! I was so scared!"

"Don't worry; I'll never let that happen again." Anthony held her tightly to him. "Never again."

"Wot's goin' on 'ere?" Mrs. Lovett, who just got back, asked.

"Oh, Mrs. Lovett! It was Judge Turpin! 'E tried to…oh, I can't say it!" Tralia cried. "A-and Johanna, poor Johanna…"

"Wot's wrong with Johanna?" Anthony demanded.

"She's dead…"Tralia looked down sadly.

"No!" Sweeney, who just walked in, shouted.

Sweeney

Sweeney just finished polishing his razors and decided to go down for a pie. He heard someone crying.

Oh, Mrs. Lovett! It was Judge Turpin! 'E tried to…oh, I can't say it!" Tralia cried. "A-and Johanna, poor Johanna…"

"Wot's wrong with Johanna?" Anthony demanded.

"She's dead…" Tralia looked down sadly.

"No!" Sweeney, who just walked in, shouted. 'She's lying! Johanna can't be dead.' He thought. "Please say it's a lie…she's not gone…"

"Mr. Todd…" Tralia released herself from Anthony's arms and ran to Sweeney, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm so sorry…"

"'ow did it 'appen?" Sweeney's eyes were tearing up.

"The place where they sent 'er, there was an accident."

"Tralia…you can 'ave the job…I don't want YOU to be 'armed by that bastard."

"I'll never let that 'appen to 'er Mr. Todd." Anthony spoke.

Mrs. Lovett

Mrs. Lovett watched the scene in front of her. 'Mr. Todd…is crying?' The thought buzzed in her head. "Come, love 'ow about a pie?"

"Thank you, mum. Where's my sister?" Tralia looked at her with childlike eyes.

"She's with Toby; they volunteered to 'elp with the shopping." She grabbed a pie out of the oven. "'ere you go, love." Tralia took a bite of the pie. She savored the strange taste for a moment before figuring it out.

"Mr. T." Mrs. Lovett whispered to Sweeney. "Do you know wot you're doing?!"

"Wot's that, my pet?" He whispered back.

"Ruinin' our business, that's wot! You can't kill those men in front of 'er!" This time, Sweeney didn't have time to answer.

"Anthony, can you go get, Nicolette? I don't want 'er sick again."

"Sure, love, I'll be back quickly." With that, he was gone.

"Mrs. Lovett, wot's the flavor in this pie?" Tralia looked at the both of them. "It tastes to me like 'uman flesh."

"'Ow did you figure that out?"

"I've bitten my fair share of people, miss." Tralia answered. "I'll 'elp your business, no complaints. Just don't tell Nicolette."

"Well, today, you start 'elping down here, tomorrow you go up." Sweeney informed her.

"Yes, sir."

"And you will be our adopted daughters." Mrs. Lovett added.

"Right, mum!" Tralia smiled happily at Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett, who couldn't help but smile back. Then Anthony came in.

"Alright, love, 'ere's your sister."

"Anthony, would you like to 'elp the girls as well?" Mrs. Lovett asked.

"Uh…sure."

"Good. You three go back and change, I've already bought your outfits." They did as she said, then spent the day waiting tables. When Mrs. Lovett needed help making the pies, Tralia was the one who went with her.